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“You’re in a good mood for someone who’s about to have his bollocks ripped off and eaten,” Draco says, crossing his arms and leaning back into the cushions.

“Somehow I don’t think Voldemort is really too interested in my bits, Draco,” I reply with a laugh.

“I wasn’t talking about You-Know-Who,” he shoots back. “I was talking about me, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do if you don’t calm down. I swear, Potter, I haven’t seen you this tense since the first time I had your cock in my mouth.”

~*~*~

“What is it with you two?” I ask, burying my face in my hands. “Is it really that hard to go for more than an hour without thinking about sex?”

“I don’t know, Harry,” Draco drawls, sliding his fingertips up my inner thigh to press against my obvious erection. “It seems to be rather hard for you too- or is this for us?”

“Draco Malfoy!” Severus snaps, and we both jump. When I pull my hands away from my face to look at him, I see that muscle in his jaw twitching. “Twenty points from Slytherin for terrible puns.”

~*~*~

“I’ll miss you,” I say suddenly, and I didn’t even mean to say it, didn’t even know I was thinking it until the words left my lips. My eyes are burning, and I blink furiously, trying to stop the flow of tears. This is supposed to be about reveling in the fact that we’re together, not grieving over something that hasn’t happened yet.

“No you won’t,” Draco murmurs, stealing a kiss.

He doesn’t mean that I won’t miss them if something happens, of course; he means that there will be no reason for me to miss them. Not now, hopefully not ever.

I hope he’s right.

~*~*~

And!

~*~*~

“Mister Snape, I’m sure you can appreciate the gravity of this matter,” the Auror- Porker or Portly, or some equally fitting name- said with a grimace. “A _____ has been murdered, and _____ seriously injured. It’s already spilled over into the Muggle press, and the Italians are demanding answers.”

“Yes, well, I am sure you can appreciate what I mean when I tell you to go fuck yourself,” Severus replied calmly.

~*~*~

“How?” Sirius asked incredulously, shaking his head in bewilderment, his current situation forgotten in a haze of sleepiness and shock.

_____ chuckled, a quiet sound that Sirius hadn’t realized he missed until now, and shook his head. “I was hoping you would tell me,” he said kindly. “After all, you’re the one flying about, landing in other people’s vegetable gardens.”

~*~*~

Had anyone else suggested that Sirius Black frolicked, he might have been insulted.

~*~*~

Sirius eyed the _____ for a moment before saying, very quietly, “Excuse me? Upside down?”

“Yes, well,” _____ said apologetically, “You know how finicky death can be.”

~*~*~

_____’s pale face flushed with sudden anger, and he lifted his wand again, aiming it directly at his captive’s chest. “I did what I had to do to defend our cause, while you ran like a coward to hide beneath Dumbledore’s skirts,” he shouted.

Something in the space between them shifted; the shadows on the walls wavered and slid down the bricks like trickles of paint, crept across the floor toward the man hunched in the chair. Shoulders quaking with rage, Severus lifted his head, felt the darkness twist around him, snaking through the locks in the shackles that bound him, a barely tamed thing on the precipice of freedom.

_____’s eyes flew wide and he took a step backward, holding his wand out before him as if the mere presence of it might be enough to defend against the shadows in the black eyes that locked on his.

“Don’t,” Severus whispered as he rose from the chair, “Call me coward.”